Raekwon, Ghostface Killah - Silver Rings lyrics
[Raekwon, Ghostface Killah - Silver Rings lyrics]
Niggas is sitting around
Selling it for money
What the fuck is that? Chill chill what up?
Stop playing, man, man, you know what it is
Man fuck that, you know what it is, yo
Nigga what up?
Where that money? Man, yo, yo, yo, come here!
Stop acting like you don't know
You already know
Indian head, jewelry
Out in Egypt with the wrists of fury
Spanking bracelet, rocking Asics
Trick bandit, Ghost is brick granite
At the US open with my whole len
Slapping up fifty scramblers
Niggas said the I I was classic, a
Lot of crack is in the game, yo
But, your shit is the only 'lastic
CREAM rap, militant flow
Combination with Swahilian dough
Guaranteed we does that
In the beast like pizzas
All I know is reefer and street stuff
Stay fly, moving in fleece, what?
Traveling the continents with confidence
Cuban Linx I I I coming, don't know when
But the time is running
By any means on, Ron O'Neal lean on
Freestyle, you want it from Ghost?
Then throw CREAM on suited up
Smelling like Fahrenheit with jeans on
Knock the rice out a wedding
Come and get your bling on
Next winter we in log cabins, more baggage
More savage central Park killas
That equals more stabbings
You read the papers
More horrors like Amityville
Profanity kills
You like lint on a raggety silk
We rock bulls, rock jewels
You heard the interludes
Blow up beds in a fifty yard swimming pool
Jumping out of planes for dough
Gucci parachutes
Abdul Raheem written across is the Ashtabu'
Suede loafers, 'Lo scarves
My little grandson want
The 20-10 Mercedes-Benz go kart
So he can pull out the lollipop keys on 'em
His pops'll push the Bugatti drop V on 'em
Stampede on 'em
Rap Playoffs got a three nothing lead on 'em
Sparking MC's like we quoting
Our degrees on 'em
Selling it for money
What the fuck is that? Chill chill what up?
Stop playing, man, man, you know what it is
Man fuck that, you know what it is, yo
Nigga what up?
Where that money? Man, yo, yo, yo, come here!
Stop acting like you don't know
You already know
Indian head, jewelry
Out in Egypt with the wrists of fury
Spanking bracelet, rocking Asics
Trick bandit, Ghost is brick granite
At the US open with my whole len
Slapping up fifty scramblers
Niggas said the I I was classic, a
Lot of crack is in the game, yo
But, your shit is the only 'lastic
CREAM rap, militant flow
Combination with Swahilian dough
Guaranteed we does that
In the beast like pizzas
All I know is reefer and street stuff
Stay fly, moving in fleece, what?
Traveling the continents with confidence
Cuban Linx I I I coming, don't know when
But the time is running
By any means on, Ron O'Neal lean on
Freestyle, you want it from Ghost?
Then throw CREAM on suited up
Smelling like Fahrenheit with jeans on
Knock the rice out a wedding
Come and get your bling on
Next winter we in log cabins, more baggage
More savage central Park killas
That equals more stabbings
You read the papers
More horrors like Amityville
Profanity kills
You like lint on a raggety silk
We rock bulls, rock jewels
You heard the interludes
Blow up beds in a fifty yard swimming pool
Jumping out of planes for dough
Gucci parachutes
Abdul Raheem written across is the Ashtabu'
Suede loafers, 'Lo scarves
My little grandson want
The 20-10 Mercedes-Benz go kart
So he can pull out the lollipop keys on 'em
His pops'll push the Bugatti drop V on 'em
Stampede on 'em
Rap Playoffs got a three nothing lead on 'em
Sparking MC's like we quoting
Our degrees on 'em